"It was all we did some days," he says with a sort of sad, yet still fond smile. And it's... strange that he said that out loud. It isn't something he's talked about ever, really. And it's probably more than he'd say to a perfect stranger. He shakes off the feeling.

"Verity Gyr. Did you live there?"

He pulls his drink closer, surprised too that the cool tea is so familiar. He hasn't had it since he left the monastery. Verity glances up again and tries not to stare too much. It's so unexpected to be looking at someone even remotely like him.